When pulsing through the air I feelThe perfumes of the night,A spirit grows within my heart,A wild and wicked elfin spriteOwns me till the first streak of light,—When pulsing through the air I feelThe perfumes of the night.Away! Away! In joyous flight,Thoughtless and care-free quite,A heedless happy pagan sprite,—When pulsing through the air I feelThe perfumes of the night.
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